Demon Marcus, Sunday
So, Sparkle's brain was still sort of recovering from last night's dates, all the weirdness and billionaire-kissing that accompanied them, and the subsequent drinking and hangover that resulted. Which was why his shift today at Demon Marcus was mostly spent with his face down on the counter, occasionally looking up to wave people toward the boots or the baby clothes or the underwear, but mostly just drinking stupid amounts of water and regretting life.
He had pay stuff to sort out for his minions, sure, and he apparently made plans with Eric for tonight? Which he'd probably feel better in time for, at least. But for now?
For now, this counter was a great pillow.
What even was his life?
[OOC: Open, OCD-free!]
He had pay stuff to sort out for his minions, sure, and he apparently made plans with Eric for tonight? Which he'd probably feel better in time for, at least. But for now?
For now, this counter was a great pillow.
What even was his life?
[OOC: Open, OCD-free!]